with theory: (at Borodin's you didn't have a prelude for "Love," but now you do):108 I'll say no more to you on the score of symphonic development.--Now, my dear Korsinka, listen to one thing: creation itself bears within itself its own laws of refinement. Their verification is inner criticism; their application is the artist's instinct. If there is neither one nor the other--there is no creative artist; if there is a creative artist--there must be one as well as the other and the artist is a law unto himself. When the artist revises, he is not content (as in Vengeance--which makes me glad). When he, contented, revises or, what is worse, adds to it, he germanizes, relives what has already been said. We are not ruminants, but omnivorous animals. This would be a contradiction!--and of nature.
"So when you are alone, like this, and you think things over, at leisure, you do come to feel that, after all, one has to . . ."109 become one's self. This is hardest of all, that is, it is the rarest of things to achieve, but it's possible.--And as it's possible, there's no use theorizing, but I kiss Korsinka firmly and even wish him very pleasant dreams, as it is two o'clock at night.
I'll be with you at the end of August.
[Shilovo] 15 August 
Rumors have reached me that my priceless treasure in the dear figure of dyainka, with his characteristic craftiness, has sneaked into my dwelling in my absence.--This treasure of mine had read in the church calendar that June 15 is the day of St. Modestus,110 hence the sneaking in, the treasure wanted to drag me along to a favorably disposed man to enjoy dainties and a heart-to-heart talk.--Thanks to him for this--forsooth! Exceeding thanks, for when a little man feels good he is pleased, and when he gets pleasure from another person then--happy as he is, he says thanks!____________________